Typhus, Chopsticks, and Filial Piety

When my father died in March 2004, one of my tasks was sorting through his old papers and photos. I knew he was a physician in the Army Medical Corp in WWII, serving in the China-India-Burma Theater, where he ran a field hospital caring for American soldiers and their Chinese allies. I found the following report scrawled on dog-eared sheets of paper now yellow with age.